Chapter 953: Dizzy?

The black electric sparks were not lightning elements, but devouring force—devouring force not strong enough to swallow light, yet still compressing and tearing at surrounding space and elements, grinding out fine spatial fissures.

Don’t try to block this Abyss Lightning Hammer with brute strength—it’ll be shredded by the spatial fissures.

Ang reached out and clenched his fist in the void beside the descending hammer’s path; at the center of his fist, all light and space contracted inward—devouring force.

You’re not the only one who can wield devouring force; Ang understood this power better. But this body isn’t strong enough for him to unleash it fully—it would be crushed.

Still, even one-fifth or one-third of its power was usable. The devouring field he created immediately deflected the hammer’s trajectory, sending it spiraling sideways.

Nagris glanced toward the corner where the hammer had come from and saw a humanoid figure made of black crystal, its body tilted, still holding the pose of a throw, its face turned toward them.

Black crystal? Humanoid? But not a skeleton? Good heavens, what is this thing? Nagris’s eyes bulged: “What is this?! What is this?!”

Anthony pressed his forehead; holy light flowed over him, forming a papal crown and divine soul. Silver coins clasped his shoulders and whipped out a money pouch as tall as himself. Du Luo’s cloak curled into smoke and vanished.

Everyone remained on high alert against this unprecedented black crystal humanoid—but soon they realized Ang wasn’t even looking at it; his attention was fixed on the hammer that had struck the ground.

Nagris squinted, but before he could make sense of it, the black crystal humanoid in the corner suddenly collapsed with a crash.

“The hammer is the true body?!” Nagris instantly realized and shouted. Anthony and the others spun toward the hammer.

Around the hammer’s impact point, vast amounts of black crystal surged upward, as if something were gripping the hammer and rising from the earth—black crystal forming arms, shoulders, torso, head, until it became a towering black crystal humanoid raising the hammer high.

“Too much talk, die…” The black crystal humanoid raised the hammer and repeated its opening words, lunging forward.

Ang raised his hand; a giant hand of sand and stone erupted from the ground, seizing one of the black crystal humanoid’s feet like a tripwire, yanking it forward into a stumble.

The black crystal humanoid’s foot snapped clean off; the sand-and-stone hand was dragged upward and shattered simultaneously with the severed foot, both dissolving midair.

The black crystal humanoid, now missing one foot, lunged forward, hammer swinging—but without speed, it couldn’t tear spatial fissures or generate electric sparks. Ang reached out and grasped it in the void.

Ang released devouring force from his palm, like a suction port, firmly anchoring the hammer. Then he kicked out, striking the black crystal humanoid’s body and scattering it into pieces.

With the black crystal humanoid gone, the hammer lost its support and hung suspended before Ang, firmly held in place.

Nagris stared, dumbfounded: “So weak? I thought the black crystal humanoid was powerful—how is it this weak?”

“Not weak—it’s just suppressed by His Lordship. Without him, that first strike would have killed us all. No one could have withstood it; the devouring force would have torn us apart.” Anthony saw the truth and pointed to the ground where the hammer had struck.

A spiderweb pattern of cracks radiated from the first impact point; black crystal shards were clearly visible scattered around.

Nagris sucked in a sharp breath—the ground was entirely black crystal. That meant the hammer’s strike had been terrifyingly powerful, shattering black crystal and generating spatial fissures. Anyone hit by it would be obliterated.

Too bad it met Ang, its natural counter—devouring force was Ang’s specialty. He was the master of the Abyssal Maw.

With one tug and one trip, the hammer realized it was controlled. This change left it silent for a long time before it muttered: “Who… are you?”

“This is the Abyssal Primordial. And you? Who are you?” Nagris asked from afar, not daring to approach—Ang’s grip and the hammer itself both radiated Abyssal power, subtly pulling them toward it. The closer they got, the stronger the pull became.

The hammer said: “The Ten-Thousand-Attraction Divine Hammer.”

As soon as the words left its mouth, the space around the hammer slowly twisted, as if collapsing inward; even light dimmed noticeably.

Clearly, the Ten-Thousand-Attraction Divine Hammer hadn’t reached the level of swallowing light. Perhaps its power had weakened after shrinking—because based on its appearance, its devouring force should have been strong enough to swallow light.

The surrounding space collapsed toward the center, pulling Ang toward the hammer. Nagris and the others felt gravity shifting direction—the Ten-Thousand-Attraction Divine Hammer’s position was slowly becoming “down.”

“Gravitational midline!” Nagris said. When the Holy Kingdom had been inverted over the Abyss of Rest, a gravitational midline had existed between kingdom and abyss—flying upward, but once past the midline, you instantly began falling “down.” It was astonishing.

But after meeting the Abyssal Maw, such shifts had become commonplace. Nagris merely reminded them—but no reminder was needed; everyone else had already collapsed onto the ground.

Ang’s palm spun rapidly around the Ten-Thousand-Attraction Divine Hammer like wiping a window—but as his palm moved, the hammer spun faster and faster.

A devouring field centered on the hammer, and a weaker one centered on Ang’s palm—these two devouring fields formed a complex binary structure, where motion at one point triggered motion at the other.

As Ang’s palm orbited the hammer, his motion was like revolution, the hammer like rotation. Gradually, the twisted space around the hammer began to stabilize.

Nagris finally understood what Ang was doing—and spat out a mouthful of blood: “Puh… You’re making it spin rapidly to generate centrifugal force and cancel out the devouring field?”

Ang had the leisure to shake his head.

Huh? Not that? Nagris was stunned—he’d misread it completely.

Before Ang could explain, the Ten-Thousand-Attraction Divine Hammer suddenly went haywire. Its devouring field vanished; the hammerhead and handle spun chaotically—as if it had been spun dizzy.

“Puh… Spun dizzy? It’s not even alive—how could it get dizzy?” Nagris found this absurd.

Ang said: “Gravitational shifts cause mental disorientation.”

Then Ang reached out and gripped the hammer’s handle. His arm’s color suddenly changed, crystallizing rapidly, spreading like ice across his entire body—Ultimate Transformation: Black Crystal Body.

Nagris understood: the hammer sensed gravitational direction. Changes in gravity disrupted its consciousness. If gravity shifted up, down, left, right, rapidly, its sense of orientation collapsed.

Though clever, no one unfamiliar with devouring force could have conceived such a method.

But the Ten-Thousand-Attraction Divine Hammer’s disorientation lasted only moments. When it regained composure, Ang had already completed his transformation—now capable of withstanding immense power. Around them, light dimmed abruptly—the Abyssal Devouring, the devouring force, surged wildly into the hammer.